Li Ling couldn't wait to make a sensation, so in the sedan chair, he directly changed into a flying fish suit, and exchanged a wig to the system.

Dressed in a blood-red flying fish suit, with the long hair that fell on his shoulders, and an embroidered spring knife tied around his waist, this is exactly what Jinyiwei is dressed like.

His lips were slightly upturned, looking evil, his eyes were shining strangely, and he was holding a gray porcelain bowl in his hand, and he was gulping down the spirits. Li Ling felt that this state was very good.

"Drink, drink, drink......"

Thirty-two strong men, with every step they take, will let out a low roar, and their voices are loud.

At this moment, a helicopter flew in from a distance, and a cameraman on top of it, carrying a camera, took pictures of the picture below.

Li Ling glanced up at the helicopter, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

"Jingle bells. ”

Glancing at the number displayed on the phone, Li Ling pressed the speakerphone.

"Brother Ling, it's too domineering, I just saw it on the broadcast, you are really domineering. ”

"Hahaha. Li Ling raised his head and laughed.

"Brother Ling, I used the revival of ancient culture as the title for broadcasting, otherwise, radio and television would definitely trouble me. ”

"Whatever you want, just make it all over the city. ”

"Don't worry, I still have a few advertising screens in Ruzhou City, and they are now live broadcasting. ”

Wu Shi is right, at this moment, most of the citizens of the entire Ruzhou City know it.

On the huge advertising screen, the 32-person sedan chair is moving forward quickly, and the strong men who carry the sedan chair are drenched in sweat one by one, as if they are cast in copper under the sunset.

On the other side, in all the buildings of the Tang Gate, Tang Ci, who was wearing Tang costumes, had a cold face, staring at the live broadcast on TV, "Eight treasures are the head, behind the Xiangding Palace, thirty-two people are in the middle of the sedan chair, and the golden fan shades the sun." This is the treatment that only the martial arts alliance master has!"

Tang Ci felt that a fire had been ignited in his heart, and his eyes were calm, "The thirty-two sedan chairs are from the Ming Dynasty, and they were made by Tian Fengdao, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance at that time. In history, Tian Fengdao only sat in a sedan chair of thirty-two people once, and was destroyed by the imperial court. Why, why is there a 32-person sedan now?"

Suddenly, Tang Ci's pupils shrank, looked at the golden fan swaying slightly in the TV, and saw Li Ling lying in the sedan chair of thirty-two people.

"Embroidered spring knife, flying fish suit, brocade guard!"

"What the hell is this going on? Thirty-two people carrying brocade guards in a sedan chair?"

"Tang Hui, go and find out for me immediately, what the hell is going on. ”

"Yes, Third Master. ”

Tang Gate Headquarters, in an ancient Liuhe Garden, Tang Hang, the lord of Tang Gate, looked at the TV not far away, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Thirty-two people have reappeared in a sedan chair, and with this arrogant attitude, it seems that the ancient martial arts world is about to be chaotic again." ”

"Dad, what is a thirty-two person sedan chair?"

Beside Tang Hang, Tang Yan was a little bored and held her cheeks.

"The thirty-two sedan chair is exclusively for the master of the Martial Arts Alliance, but it has only appeared once in history. Because, the palanquin of the ancient emperor was only sixteen sedan chairs. The most important point is that this depends on too much detail, the eight treasures, the incense ding, and the golden fan. To put it mildly, even I don't know the shape of the Eight Treasures!" Tang Hang's eyes flashed with worry, and the thirty-two sedan chairs appeared in Ruzhou, and for Tang Men, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Suddenly, Tang Yan's big eyes stared straight at the young man in the thirty-two sedan chair, and he lost his voice and said, "It's Li Ling!"

"What?"

Tang Hang's expression changed, staring at the young man in the TV, wearing a blood-red flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife beside him, and drinking heavily, "You said he is Li Ling, the grandson of Li Xuanhu?"

"It's Li Ling!" Tang Yan's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement.

"Could it be that Li Xuanhu wants to rebuild the order of the ancient martial arts realm and sit in the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Tang Hang's eyes flashed with shock, and he said to himself: "It is rumored that Li Xuanhu challenged the martial god of the capital and retreated, and recently there is news that Li Zhenlong and Kun Mengzhi are not dead...... Plus Wudang Kunyangzi. The four Grandmaster powerhouses can really reorganize the Ancient Martial Realm!"

At the same time, many people across the country watched the live broadcast.

"Thirty-two people in a sedan chair, flying fish suits, embroidered spring knives, is the government going to reorganize the ancient martial arts world?" An old man who was drinking tea looked at the picture on the TV in the distance and snorted, "Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second." If you want to reorganize the ancient martial arts world, even the government can't do it, but I'm going to meet this Jinyi guard for a while. ”

A middle-aged man who was shining his shoes was happily saying something to the guests, when suddenly he saw the live broadcast on the TV in a clothing store in the distance, his face changed slightly, and he said: "Boss, I'm really sorry, I feel a little sick to my stomach......"

"What the hell, the shoes are only half wiped off, I sue you, I don't give money. ”

"That's as it should be, boss, next time you come, I'll shine a pair of shoes for you for free." ”

The middle-aged man nodded his head and apologized, but the corners of his mouth were flushed.

In the capital, in a courtyard house, an old man listened to the radio on the table with half-squinted eyes.

According to this reporter's understanding, this time it was organized by a revivor of ancient culture, hoping that the Chinese people could attach importance to ancient culture. ”

"Thirty-two sedan chairs?" the old man bent over, got up and walked to the living room, turned on the Ruzhou TV station, and tens of thousands of citizens were broadcasting inside, watching the thirty-two sedan chairs.

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed with a gleam, and he picked up the phone beside him, "What's the matter with the thirty-two sedan chairs that appeared in Ruzhou?"

"Old chief, we don't know, I've already sent someone to investigate this matter. ”

"The relationship between the government and the ancient martial arts community has only stabilized, and I don't want anything to happen. ”

"I understand!"

"Hmm. ”

Hanging up the phone, the old man's pupils dilated suddenly, and he looked at Li Ling in the 32-person sedan chair on the TV, "Flying Fish Suit!"

Others may not be able to see anything, thinking that the flying fish suit on Li Ling's body is customized by himself, but the old man recognized it at a glance that the flying fish suit on Li Ling's body is genuine.

"How is it possible? Even if it is genuine, it cannot be so well preserved. With that, the old man got up and walked to the depths of the courtyard.

In that room, a flying fish suit similar to Li Ling's body was kept in a vacuum glass cabinet.

"His one, it's all uniform!" the old man's face changed several times, "Could it be that like me, they are all descendants of the Jinyi Guard?"

After pondering for a moment, the old man turned around, walked quickly, returned to the living room, picked up the phone, "Investigate the details of the young man on the sedan chair of thirty-two people, the more detailed the better." ”

"Yes, old chief!"

"I really hope that you, like me, are the descendants of Jinyiwei. ”

At the same time, on a small island thousands of miles away, Li Zhenghao had a grim face, staring at the picture on the TV, couldn't help but smile wryly, shook his head, and turned to look at an old man sitting not far away, "Dad, what should I do?" R1148